"Why I'd be glad to! I'll go anywhere you tell me, and bring her, and she shall rest where the lake murmurs, the trees shelter, the winds sing, and earth knows the sun only in long rays of gold light." She stared at him with strained face.
"You----you wouldn't!" she breathed.
"Ruth, child," said the Harvester, "I tell you I'd be happy.

Look at my side of this! I'm in search of bands to bind you to me and to this place.

Could you tell me a stronger than to have the mother you idolized lie here for her long sleep?
Why Girl, you can't know the deep and abiding joy it would give me to bring her.

I'd feel I had you almost secure.

Where is she Ruth ?" "In that old unkept cemetery south of Onabasha, where it costs no money to lay away your loved ones." "Close here! Why I'll go to-morrow! I supposed she was in the city." She straightened and drew away from him.
"How could I?
I had nothing.